Go, Mohammed, and seek Peng's Challenge on the mountain

[athkatla]

Oh, I can't leave the lovely YK2 out, so here's your song wee lassie, from the greatest band ever lived!

I AM HE AS YOU ARE HE AS YOU ARE ME

AND WE ARE ALL TOGETHER

SEE HOW THEY RUN LIKE PIGS FROM A GUN

SEE HOW THEY FLY. I´M CRYING

SITTING ON CORNFLAKE WAITING FOR THE VAN TO COME

CORPORATION TEE SHIRT, STUPID BLOODY TUESDAY

MAN, YOU´VE BEEN A NAUGHTY BOY

YOU LET YOUR FACE GROW LONG

I AM THE EGGMAN

THEY´RE THE EGGMEN

I AM THE WALRUS--GOO GOO GOO JOOB

MISTER CITY POLICEMAN SITTING PRETTY LITTLE

P´LICEMAN IN A ROW

SEE HOW THEY FLY LIKE LUCY IN THE SKY

SEE HOW THEY RUN. I´M CRYING. I´M CRYING. I'M CRYING...I'M CRYYYY...

YELLOW MATTER CUSTARD DRIPPING FROM A DEAD DOG´S EYE

CRAB A LOCKER FISHWIFE

PORNOGRAPHIC PRIESTESS

BOY, YOU´VE BEEN A NAUGHTY GIRL

YOU LET YOUR KNICKERS DOWN

I AM THE EGGMAN

THEY´RE THE EGGMEN

I AM THE WALRUS--GOO GOO GOO JOOB

SITTING IN AN ENGLISH GARDEN WAITING FOR THE SUN

IF THE SUN DON´T COME YOU GET A TAN

FROM STANDING IN THE ENGLISH RAIN

I AM THE EGGMAN

THEY ARE THE EGGMEN

I AM THE WALRUS--GOO GOO GOO JOOB

EXPERT EXPERTS CHOKING SMOKERS

DON´T YOU THINK THE JOKER LAUGHS AT YOU?

SEE HOW THEY SMILE LIKE PIGS IN A STAY

SEE HOW THEY SNIDE

I´M CRYING

SAMOLINA PILCHARD CLIMBIN´UP THE EIFFEL TOWER

ELEMENTARY PENGUIN SINGIN´HIRE KRISHNA

MAN, YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THEM

KICKING EDGAR ALLAN POE

I AM THE EGGMAN

THEY ARE THE EGGMEN

I AM THE WALRUS--GOO GOO GOO JOOB

[mensch]

*brushes off the dust from his clothes*

right I just woke up... um anything new from you wankers?

prolly just new communal diseases but that was a given.

[Mace]

You know, you guys and gals are so special to me, but then again I am currently so inebriated I'll say anything.

Tomorrow, I'll probably go back to despising the whole bloody lot of you.

Oh, except for Kitty who I don't despise what so ever, in fact she is such a babe. O and the other ladies of the pool Persephone, YK2 and the new psuedo-gal Roxy, who always add a bit of femininity to a place normally the domain of sweaty males who partake of a bit of chest beating, and size comparison.

Oh, and then there's the old uns, who started this whole bloody thing off, and keep me off the streets (except when I go off for a booze-up, like tonight).

Group hug!!!!

Mace

[edited because I'm not too drunk to recognise a spellink misteak when I see one (or two, or three or....]

[ August 16, 2002, 08:24 AM: Message edited by: Mace ]

[Patchy]

Originally posted by OGSF:

An noo fer some literrrary prose....a recitation o' Tha Jabberwocky! (Ah cudnae remember at tae waill, sae ye kin kiss mah spotty arrse af'n tha odd worrrd as slightly askew...)

*a-feckin-hem*

Tha slithy waody grimble groady

Slurky gimble eyes a dew,

Tha Jabbberwocky snorckled Jody

An' mangled ain tha whackadoo.

Snik snack wi' swords o' gamble

Hidin' bae tha gnarly oak

Squish sputle sprang tha jimble jamble

Thwackety eyed tha hooded cloak.

My old man's a dustman,

Hae wears a dustman's cap

Hae wears gor'blimey troosers

An' hae lives ain a council flat.

Tha aind.

Ah'm a feckin' literary god, Ah am!

*sniff* That was just beautiful OGSF *sniff.

Persephone

[Mace]

I also want to thank who ever discovered the affect of alcohol. Thank you very much.

Mace

[Patchy]

Originally posted by athkatla:

As I sang a little song for Roxy yesterday, I feel it's only fair that I sing one today for Persophone. So here is my rendition of Pearl Jam's Last Kiss.

[Chorus]

Oh where oh where can my baby be

The Lord took her away from me

She's gone to heaven soI got to be good

So I can see my baby when I leave this world

We were out on a date in my daddy's car

We hadn't driven very far

There in the road straight up ahead

A car was stalled the engine was dead

I couldn't stop so I swerved to the right

I'll never forget the sound that night

The screaming tires the busting glass

The painful scream that I heard last

[Chorus]

When I woke up the rain was pouring down

There were people standing all around

Something warm flowing through my eyes

But somehow I found my baby that night

I lifted her head she looked at me and said

Hold me darling just a little while

I held her close I kissed her our last kiss

I found the love that I knew i have missed

Well now she's gone even though I hold her tight

I lost my love my life that night

[Chorus]

Woh (x4)

Ohh (x4)

*sniff* brings a little tear to my eye.

*Sniff* *sniff* That was so sad *sniff* *sniff*.

Persephone

[Mace]

Originally posted by chrisl:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Roxy:

When he is ready, a Knight will take notice of him and bring him to manhood

Yeah, and protons might decay, too.</font>

[Mace]

Originally posted by Persephone:

*Sniff* *sniff* That was so sad *sniff* *sniff*.

*passes tissue*

Mace

[MrSpkr]

Originally posted by Roxy:

Mr Spkr,

"Cash on the barrel-head" !? Why you....you....MEANY. We had an agreement, remember? You got to choose the game parameters, and I get FREE lawyering in return. Since you have been so kind to me in the past, I will forgive you this lapse of memory. In fact, I will even meet you half way if you insist. Let me explain.

It was my good fortune, as I watched my Heroes drag Papa Khan through the streets of the village, to see a nice, shiny, MasterCard, slip from his pocket. Not one to pass up an opportunity I quickly snatched it up.

Now, considering the fact that Sherriff Joe has the rebellious git under lock and key, I'm sure the card will not be reported lost anytime soon. This means I'm willing to pay you triple your already outrageous fees IF you take Papa....I mean MY new credit card. Do we have a deal? I thought so.

Sigh. This is what happens when the client signs the contract without reading it.

If you will check Footnote 23, part (d)(5)(iv) to Section IX, Subpart C, Paragraph 23.1(a)(6), you will note that the only 'free' services granted is the initial consultation. ALl additional services are, of course, cash.

As to Papa . . . I mean your plastic -- I don't take plastic unless it is wrapped around a large stack of cash.

However, seeing the situation in which you find yourself (and noting the high likelihood of repeat business), I'll cut you a break. Take my wife and the critters on a shopping spree with Papa . . . (I've GOT to stop doing that) YOUR new credit card, and we'll call it even for this matter.

By the way, congratulations on our recent victory. I knew the slinky outfit would work. Who would have thunk we could plead twelve counts of felony theft, three counts of soliciting, two counts of drunk and disorderly and one count of unlawful cruelty to a duck down to two weeks deferred sentence, with time served?

Gosh I'm good.

Steve

[Geier]

Originally posted by mensch:

um anything new from you wankers?

Where's my file you idjit. Last and only chance you'll ever have of beating me.

You've been off snorting plutonium again?

[Guest Mike]

It would've been a bit nicer if you had've given her the unused ones Macey.

None-the-less as fine an act of chivalry as has ever been seen from a drunken Aussie - especially considering the recipient isn't a sheep.

Well done mate.

Now back to the late night porn & another beer while awaiting some turns........

Has anyone seen or heard of the Bug Demon lately - or has he been Raided??

Hey - BUG - stop sulking and get me a turn back will ya - I'm sure there's more of theose commando/cum para's out there to be killed!!

[rune]

Buzzsaw, Buzzsaw, Buzzsaw,

You useless wanker. *Boot* , one does NOT fail a task set by his mentor. *Boot* Now, how am I suppose to make you a Squire *Boot* when you can do something as easy as the tasks I have given to you? *Boot* Now you have done it, I might have to agree with JoeBob and admit that you aren't *Boot* Squire material.

I will give you *Boot* one chance to redeem yourself *Boot* in the eyes of the cesspool. You must defeat, and rather soundly, Terrence. *Boot* Maybe you can enlighten the young lad on taunting, instead of "Oh look, made up facts".

That, or you can *Boot* be the puke bucket boy for Peng for the period of a month. That's a lot of alcohol I am talking about. *Boot*

You can choose to become a SSN again. *Boot* Choose carefully....

Rune

House of Rune

[Berlichtingen]

Originally posted by athkatla:

I like Pearl Jam.

Further proof that you are, indeed, an idiot

[athkatla]

Originally posted by Berlichtingen:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by athkatla:

I like Pearl Jam.

Further proof that you are, indeed, an idiot</font>

[Joe Shaw]

I am troubled. I am troubled with troubled thoughts of troubled issues in these troubled times.

We have the equivilant of Squires (for the love of Gawd) making policy on NEW RANKS! There are, and I never thought I'D be saying this, enough ranks and procedures thank you very much. The addition of {shudder} PoolBoys is ... unsettling to say the least and would lead, depend upon it, to the introduction of foofie drinks with umbrellas and young lads with 6 pack abs and names like Brad and Chip ... not that there's anything wrong with that.

This, on the heels of Panzer Leader making his own special waves of procedures ... troubles me ... did I mention that?

Only the Olde Ones make procedure lads, spurred on at times, I admit, by myself. But lets not let that central fact escape our notice and let's not be letting our new, exaulted and questionable status be getting the better of us ... naming no names of course.

Joe

[Marlow]

Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

I am troubled. I am troubled with troubled thoughts of troubled issues in these troubled times.

Trouble your Rent-a-car self to send me a turn, you lazy git.

[Agua Perdido]

Originally posted by Marlow:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Joe Shaw:

I am troubled. I am troubled with troubled thoughts of troubled issues in these troubled times.

Trouble your Rent-a-car self to send me a turn, you lazy git.</font>

[Boo Radley]

Originally posted by Leeo:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Boo_Radley:

You just don't understand smart-a$$ed replies.

You specialize in being wrong, don't you?

You just can't make more than a half-a$$ed reply.

Go tell it to someone with whom you can have a meaningful conversation. Perhaps, "The Larch."</font>

[chrisl]

Originally posted by Mace:

</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by chrisl:

Yeah, and protons might decay, too.

They do, after some extraodinary massively humongous amount of time, don't they?

Mace</font>

[Roxy]

Be not troubled, Sherriff Joe. I was just trying to help out my Heroes if possible. I shall happily go about my chores, in the castles of the valiant knights, content with my exalted status as a Lady In Waiting. I will mind my place.

Oh, while you're here, dear sweet Sherriff, let me say that an occasional foofie drink would be quite refreshing as I toil in the castles (Knights are messy). Could you see fit to provide me with a foofie drink mixer? No, not a blender my good man. I was thinking of Panzer Leader. I would call him Foofie.

(sigh)...I thought not. Oh well....you can't blame a girl for trying, now can you. Good day to you, Sherriff Joe.

Mr Spkr,

You shall have your shopping spree, sir. You did a marvelous job for me; and yes, I will need your help again. Something is brewing right now in San Antonio. It's all lies of course, concocted by those wretched prosecutors. I'll be in touch soon.

[ August 16, 2002, 11:26 AM: Message edited by: Roxy ]

[Lars]

Originally posted by Papa Kahn (the bad touch uncle):

Oh how I long for those aimless days spent rummaging through dalem's drawers.

Looks like we'll be sleeping on our backs for quite some time at the Shavian House.

And with one eye open...

[Buzzsaw]

Originally posted by rune:

Buzzsaw, Buzzsaw, Buzzsaw,

You useless wanker. *Boot* , one does NOT fail a task set by his mentor. *Boot* Now, how am I suppose to make you a Squire *Boot* when you can do something as easy as the tasks I have given to you? *Boot* Now you have done it, I might have to agree with JoeBob and admit that you aren't *Boot* Squire material.

I will give you *Boot* one chance to redeem yourself *Boot* in the eyes of the cesspool. You must defeat, and rather soundly, Terrence. *Boot* Maybe you can enlighten the young lad on taunting, instead of "Oh look, made up facts".

That, or you can *Boot* be the puke bucket boy for Peng for the period of a month. That's a lot of alcohol I am talking about. *Boot*

You can choose to become a SSN again. *Boot* Choose carefully....

Rune

House of Rune

A difficult choice you give me, sire. Carry a puke bucket for that famous piece of Cesspool coprolite, Peng, or lower myself to play a game with Terrence?

Peng seems harmless enough these days, but I suspect that he would either reject me outright as a personal puke-boy, or insist that I perform my duties with a thimble instead of the standard issue zinc pail.

Terrence. Hmmm. I remember reading some of his posts, and then quickly deciding to ignore him. I am certainly not going to go back and re-read them – they were painful enough the first time. Hasn’t he been flirting with Coventry? Well, I suppose I can try and provoke him into a match. This will have the unfortunate side effect of more terrible Terry posts appearing in the MBT, but you can’t really blame me for that. (Well, I guess you can). As for teaching him to taunt, I’m am just a lowly serf, my Lord, not a miracle worker, but I will see what I can do.

[Panzer Leader]

<big>Lost Me Yarbles</big>

On a warm and starry night in June

As I slept beneath a Moorish Moon

I tossed and turned and dream't o' cats

Clawing at me underpants

I woke in the dew-dropp'd brisky dawn

Me codpiece beside me on the lawn

Strange, bethinking last night's glory

Don't recall being whorey

'Twas a quiet night, with one windfull

A rare gift from me lord of Alcohol

Never had he been so kind

Told me to drink until I was blind

Now a strange sensation had me lurching

A hand crept down frantically searching

I look'd and let out a garbled yell

To find I lost me yarbles swell

In place o' the object I'd come to adore

Was a length o' plaster, flacid at the core

Where once hung a pair o' trophy's round

Nary dangled e'en a trinket to be found

Visions came flooding into me mind

A knife, a curse, a shot, I whine'd

Me master must be saved! I thought

As I rush to make sure he was injured naught

He smiled as I staggered past

A knife in hand he broke his fast

I watch'd and stood on teetering legs

Me Master cut into a pair o' eggs

"So ye lost yer yarbles eh last night?

I fought but in the end they're right

E'en though I raised ye like a son in me house

With this deed now done yer not a man but a mouse"

Saying such he raised the bit o' egg to his mouth

As I pondered the future and headed south

'Twas where I'd try to find me yarbles if I can

And go from being a mouse to a man

[Simon Elwen]

Afternon Everybody , I do hope one and all are as happy as I am .

Sorry to hear you didn't get either the job or the poolboy Roxy . I am amused to see that Buzzsaw got Terry though . I think they will make a lovely couple hehe .

Some updatery today

A J Hmm its chaos out there .

Noba Its a bit foggy here .

Everybody else please send me your turns thanks .

Goodness me look at the time , its time to go to the pub byeee .

[Patchy]

Originally posted by Mace:

You know, you guys and gals are so special to me, but then again I am currently so inebriated I'll say anything.

Tomorrow, I'll probably go back to despising the whole bloody lot of you.

Oh, except for Kitty who I don't despise what so ever, in fact she is such a babe. O and the other ladies of the pool Persephone, YK2 and the new psuedo-gal Roxy, who always add a bit of femininity to a place normally the domain of sweaty males who partake of a bit of chest beating, and size comparison.

Oh, and then there's the old uns, who started this whole bloody thing off, and keep me off the streets (except when I go off for a booze-up, like tonight).

Group hug!!!!

Mace

[edited because I'm not too drunk to recognise a spellink misteak when I see one (or two, or three or....]

Mace, you better have some piccies!

Persephone